(514-09-14) More 1st Round Jousting
Summary: Sir Iwan and Sir Siani advance in the joust, Sir Isyld is eliminated
Date: 09-14-514
Related: http://knightlytales.wikidot.com/event:sarum-summer-tourny
isyld iwan siani 


From Wilton, Iwan has arrived for the tourney. Having gone through the inspection, he was preparing for his bout in the joust. So he'd set off to find Isyld if he could. He'd helped her to Sarum, checked on her, then was duty bound in Wilhelm. Hopefully he chances upon her. His joust is up soon, maybe he'll here her name announced to tilt and can watch her in support of her joust.

If he wants to know exactly where she is, it's easy to find out as her name is called for her turn in the joust. Atop her horse, she glances towards the other end of the field where her opponent lies in wait. Her lance is handed over and she accepts it with a gloved hand, unable to quell nerves because she had been down and out for quite awhile. Hopefully her body was ready for it! She hasn't yet spotted Iwan, but she was out there for her own turn and so the announcement has her spurring on her horse and riding hell bent towards her opponent.

Iwan turns to watch her, a soft smile coming as he stops to watch. A passing marshall lets him know not to wait too long as he's up on one of the tilts shortly there after.

A venerable man comes up against Sir Isyld. He stands proud, his personal standard on his shield, the coat of arms at his shoulder is that of House Roundway. Tall of feature, strong of face. Auburn hair bordering on an deep autumn orange, more fiery in his youth perhaps. Peircing blue eyes, he inahles deeply. Then a nod is giving to Sir Isyld as she makes ready, he hefts his lance and spurs the flanks of his stallion. The charger leaps at the nick of the spurs and barrels down the tilt.

Success
Isyld checked her lance of 15, she rolled 8.

Failed.
Iwan makes a check for Sir Derec's Lance at 16, he rolled 18.

Isyld rolls 6d6 and gets (2 1 5 1 1 6) for a total of: (16)

Critical Success!
Iwan makes a check for Sir Derec's Horsemanship at 16, he rolled 16.

Isyld offers a salute to the man before she rides in his direction/ When she makes contact with her lance to his shoulder, hitting him but not hard enough to do any damage at all. Nor to knock him off. She turns at the end and faces him again, only riding for him once he rides towards her.

The man leans into his horse to try and hit her, but only finds his lance misses the mark. She instead hits him solidly, his shield taking the impact. If not for his grip on the reigns, he may have lost the round. He turns to pause a moment. A look to her, a nod, respect given to the younger knight at her first tilt against him. Adjusting the straps on his shield a moment, he prepares for the next go.

Success
Isyld checked her lance of 15, she rolled 5.

Success
Iwan makes a check for Sir Derec's Lance at 16, he rolled 8.

Iwan rolls 6d6 and gets (4 5 3 2 4 2) for a total of: (20)

Failed.
Isyld checked her horsemanship of 15, she rolled 19.

Isyld rolls 1d6 and gets (5) for a total of: (5)

Critical Fail!
Isyld checked her tourney of 2, she rolled 20.

Isyld was confident after the first pass, but perhaps she was a bit too confident. She rides for the Roundway knight and her lance glances off while his strikes her harder, forcing her from her horse to land in a pile of armor on the ground with a grunt. She makes her way to her feet as the squire gathers her horse, and she doesn't even spare a glance to the victor, simply storms her way off the field to the side to watch as she hears the next names up.

Failed.
Iwan checked his tourney of 2, he rolled 11.

Sir Derec finishes and turns to see her fallen. He salutes her, the judges, then beyond the lists to any spectators. In riding off the field, he rides past Isyld on purpose. Simply to offer, "You rode well young knight, I shall look forward to your progress in the years to come." Riding along, then a nod, "As long as I'm in this world." Then he rides off to his tent.

Iwan watches concern in his face, he would stay to offer condolence, but his name is up next. He goes to get his shield, having his squire help him. Then he rides to the lists. He doesn't present properly and is called back to show himself to the marshals before he gets to his end of the field. Awaiting his competition.

One Cyffin de Compton is called at the same time as Sir Iwan and he hold the reins, watching the participants in the prior match and the way they conduct themselves before he turns his attention towards the man he will face. He offers a salute with his lance before preparing to ride as soon as the go ahead is given.

Isyld looks to Derec and blushes a little at her own reaction, "Thank you sir, it was a good ride, you're very skilled." Though when he rides off, she turns to watch Iwan.

Success
Iwan checked his awareness of 12, he rolled 3.

As he rides to his tilt, Iwan notices the look from Isyld, perhaps why he missed presentation before his joust. A slight grin there, comfortable in sharing that look. Then he is standing opposite Sir Cyffin, or sitting atop his horse. WHen the other seems ready, and the marshals indicate all is proper, he spurs his horse. A slight look towards where he last saw Isyld, then he is focused on centering the tip of his blunted lance on the body of Cyffin.

Failed.
Iwan checked his lance of 15, he rolled 16.

Success
Isyld makes a check for Cyffin de Compton lance at 15, she rolled 6.

Isyld rolls 6d6 and gets (3 4 5 5 3 3) for a total of: (23)

Success
Iwan checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 12.

None so distracted by a pretty face as his opponent, Cyffin de Compton rides hard for the Wilton knight. His lance finds armor but nothing strong enough to unhorse his opponent from his saddle. Whipping around at the end, he steadies his lance before riding on again.

Isyld winces when Iwan gets hit and she clasps her gloved hands together to watch and cheer him on. "You can do it, Iwan." The words are murmured, not for him to hear, but the encouragement and positive vibes are given!

That slight glance towards Isyld, his tip falls off center, and he can't recover in time to hit his mark. Instead he takes the tip of Cyffin's lance and struggles to stay on instead. Managing to stay astride his horse, he pulls around. A breath drawn in, his features turn towards stern for the moment. He gives that look to Isyld now before he turns to show he is ready for Sir Cyffin. Then when the other is ready, he sets to the charge again.

Success
Iwan checked his lance of 15, he rolled 5.

Success
Isyld makes a check for Cyffin de Compton lance at 15, she rolled 10.

Isyld rolls 6d6 and gets (5 3 5 6 1 3) for a total of: (23)

Success
Iwan checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 13.

Cyffin de Compton is more than ready. Once he takes off, his lance finds the knight again but like before he doesn't manage to do more than just let the man know he was there. He turns at the other end, a grin worn, "Good show, Sir. Good show."

As for Isyld, this can't be over soon enough, as long as Iwan is the victor anyway! She continues to silently cheer him on, offering him an encouraging smile when he looks her way.

Success
Iwan checked his modest of 13, he rolled 6.

A nod as he faces his competitor again, a nod, "Of horsemanship. A good show of lance on your part sir." THough Iwan is thankful the same. A pause to take the encouraging smile from Isyld and returned. He focuses again on this bout with Sir Cyffin, a slight squaring of his jaws. Maybe personal frustration at the other doing better and him not hitting his mark. A breath in then a touch at the flanks of his horse, he rides again at Sir Cyffin.

Success
Iwan checked his lance of 15, he rolled 13.

Success
Isyld makes a check for Cyffin de Compton lance at 15, she rolled 6.

Iwan rolls 6d6 and gets (6 5 1 3 2 2) for a total of: (19)

Success
Isyld makes a check for Cyffin de Compton Horsemanship at 15, she rolled 2.

"Thank you, Sir." Cyffin de Compton returns easily. At the next turn, it's the opposite and it's him taking the hit. He gets to the end with a lazy sort of half smile curving his lips. "Well done." He almost hadn't hung on that time, but he did manage. And so it's the next pass, Isyld on the side, cheering Iwan on, and the competitors continue to.. compete.

A pause when he completes the turn to look, Iwan returns, "Perhaps it is your confidence in me that helps, good Sir. None can say we did not put on a show at least." In so many passes and neither has yet budged from their mount. He stands on his stirrups a moment, adjusting for comfort then bends down to sit. Readying his lance again to ride at Sir Cyffin.

Success
Iwan checked his lance of 15, he rolled 2.

Failed.
Isyld makes a check for Cyffin de Compton lance at 15, she rolled 17.

Iwan rolls 6d6 and gets (2 6 1 2 5 5) for a total of: (21)

Failed.
Isyld makes a check for Cyffin de Compton Horsemanship at 15, she rolled 17.

Isyld rolls 1d6 and gets (1) for a total of: (1)

The fateful pass proves to be the one to dislodge Cyffin de Compton from his saddle. The lance of his opponent strikes him true and hard enough to knock him off. He falls lightly to the ground, taking his feet easily enough and offers a salute to Iwan. "Well met, Sir." Then he's off, a half grin worn to see Isyld on the sidelines cheering about the victory.

Failed.
Iwan checked his tourney of 2, he rolled 16.

Success
Isyld checked her dancing of 5, she rolled 4.

Success
Iwan checked his romance of 10, he rolled 1.

Failed.
Isyld checked her flirting of 3, she rolled 9.

Before he moves to salute as proper, Iwan rides near the lists, close to Isyld. "You are my luck this day I think. It was that dance in Carlion that I won through in my mind." To carrying him to his victory. He didn't have her favor, but the win dedicated at least. Then he is called by the Marshals to present and he rides off to do just that.

Isyld watches as he approaches, laughter in her expression. She even goes so far as to blow him a kiss then do a little dance, because dancing brought him luck before. "Then we must dance again before your next pass, I think."

When she blows the kiss, Iwan lifts a hand slowly to catch it. Making sure no one else gets that one. He doesn't put it to his lips, he puts it on his heart, then pats it. A soft grin there on his features, almost a smirk again as before with Isyld. "Aye, you have my ear now too, Sir Isyld." He nudges his horse. "I shall come look for you when I'm out of this armor then? I'll be better prepared for the next round."

His actions are not missed by the Chalke knight, the blush deepens and Isyld gives him a bit of a saucy smile. "I will wait outside your tent then for you, Sir Iwan, so that we may give you the lucky dance I promised for you." Without another word, she turns and flounces off towards the tent area.

He can't help but look back at that saucy smile, his horse leading him. There is some pinnion or banner or pole hanging off someone's tent, it nearly hits his head, recaling Iwan to the moment. Not one to usualy look foolish, or be overly playful like some, it flusters him half a moment. Then he pulls it together.

While the tilt is cleared, the announcment of the next two to joust comes from a marshall. Her opponent is Sir Tarran de Tidbit, one of the Dorset knights. The young man has overly curly hair on his head, lots of freckles. A few cuts, as if he participated in the recent skirmishes against Salisbury. No telling why he came to the tourney unless maybe to help try for a resolution before it was full scale war on the border. His face is cold as he rides out to wait for his competitor.

Failed.
Siani checked her tourney of 2, she rolled 8.

The second Wilton knight up in a row, Siani is on her horse, watching for her opponent. At her end. she sits on a large charger, her lance in her hand as she awaits the go ahead. There's a bit of a frown when she hears the name of the opponent, but she is prepared for it. She rides hard for him and towards the other end, the tip of her lance aimed towards his shoulder, to try and catch him to throw him off.

Success
Siani checked her lance of 15, she rolled 11.

Failed.
Iwan makes a check for Sir Tarran Lance at 13, he rolled 19.

Siani rolls 6d6 and gets (3 6 3 6 6 2) for a total of: (26)

Success
Iwan makes a check for Sir Tarran Horsemanship at 10, he rolled 3.

Riding for her, dead cold face, Sir Tarran does his best. But he is young, his tip misses completley and her's catches just over his shield, right at his shoulder, sending him back but he holds on. Even as he comes around, he rolls his shoulder. The sheild seeming heavier with that blow. A mark will be left, his souveniour from this tourney. He turns and readies himself, stoic of face, wanting to do some damage as his teeth clench a little.

Siani catches his shoulder alright, but it doesn't succeed in throwing him off balance enough to knock him off his mount. With a frustrated sound, she turns at the end to face him, lance out once again. Where his face is stoic, her own is determined and she rides for another pass.

Failed.
Siani checked her lance of 15, she rolled 19.

Critical Fail!
Iwan makes a check for Sir Tarran Lance at 13, he rolled 20.

Success
Siani checked her lance of 15, she rolled 6.

Failed.
Iwan makes a check for Sir Tarran Lance at 13, he rolled 18.

Siani rolls 6d6 and gets (4 5 6 5 1 6) for a total of: (27)

Failed.
Iwan makes a check for Sir Terran Horsemanship at 10, he rolled 15.

Lance held tight, if finds her shield, and she is solid. Instead of moving her, his lance shatters. A toss of the broken bits to the side. He stands idly while his squire brings him a new one, then a few more moments while the broken lance is cleared from the field. No words, no questions. ONce all is ready, he doesn't wait, he charges for Sir Siani. Instead he finds her lance this time, a solid hit by her and he can barely manage. He falls, tumbling to the ground.

Her own lance finds his shield, both miss in any sort of real contact, the blows glancing off. When she turns about at the other end, she forces herself to focus and to concentrate on the man at the other end, getting it in her mind where she wants to hit on him. And she rides. When she makes contact with him, she manages to catch him hard enough to dislodge him from his position. A quiet nod is given but she reports to the marshalls with little fanfare.

Success
Iwan makes a check for Vengeful for Tarran at 10, he rolled 6.

For his part, Sir Tarran gets up, and throws gloves off, nearly tearing the straps of his shield to get it off in his haste. He only faces the judges and marshals. Acknowledgling his loss to them, then turning to Sir Siani, "Its not over." It is all he says, then he turns to go to his tent and stew some more over his loss.

Success
Siani checked her merciful of 16, she rolled 15.

With a bit of a cocky smile, Siani faces the Dorset knight, "Oh, it's over. It's over before it even began." With that left between them, she rides off towards the tents, leaving him to follow. Or not.

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